“Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved itself. O love, I who am lost and damned with words, Whose words are a business and an art, I have no words. These words, this poem, this Is all confusion and ignorance. But I know that coached by your sweet heart, My heart beat one free beat and sent Through all my flesh the blood of truth.” KnowsLifeHeartArtStillsLostMemoriesForeverBloodIgnoranceSweetMy HeartBeatsBirdArt IsBlindMovedFleshConfusionInstantWakingTruth Of LifeTrappedCrippledHeart Beat Author:Kenneth Rexroth
“A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls. The manifold voices of falling water Take all night. Wrapped in your down bag Starlight on you cheeks and eyelids Your breath comes and goes In a tiny cloud in the frosty night. Ten thousand birds sing in the sunrise. Ten thousand years revolve without change. All this will never be again.” YearsLightNightTimeFallVoiceWaterWhiteThousandMoonTenBirdHundredBreathsCloudsTinyBagsCheeksSunriseThousand YearsThunderAll NightComes And GoesSparrowsWaterfallsEyelidsManifoldStarlightCampfireFalling Water Book:The Collected Shorter Poems Source: The Collected Shorter Poems
